He kept talking, but Charlie was tuning him out. This was just too much overload - it was supposed to be a simple evening, either just holing up and reading or going over to someone else's apartment to worry about some other pointless shit. Something that didn't rub her mother's death in her face, and certainly not something that was so quickly exploding like everything was at this particular moment. Though her gaze was still on his face, it was unfocused, and the next thing she knew, she was standing and taking quick strides across the small space between them.
"I think it's time for you to leave," was her only reply, grabbing him by the back of his jacket and bodily lifting him from the couch. He was taller than her, but then again most people were. In the end, though, her military training and his scrawniness threw things in her favor, and Dov was up from her couch and headed in the direction of her apartment's front door. Jack gave a whine, disliking the sudden movement, but he did nothing to come in between Charlie and her desire to get the thing that was causing her so much anxiety out of her immediate space.
With one hand still tightly wrapped in his jacket, her other hand went to the doorknob - leaving the door unlocked made this task all the easier, and then the door was swinging wide open, a void where this new entity could be placed and forgotten, at least for the time being.